| Pin Beak By Luna �Tic� Vee *** Notes: This should take place in the same timeline as �Bubble Head�. * Disclaimer: Mystery Science Theater 3000, its characters and situations are copyrights of Best Brains, Inc. * Beta Read By: Alapeleke Makaio Yankovic (Thanks, Spamarino!) *** Yeah. I bad. I bad. I rule this dingy of a satellite. I�m the gilded menace. I�m the king of all I survey. I am The Crow. Most see me as annoying and aggravating and perhaps dim. Perhaps. Who cares? I�m me and I like it that way. So nyeah. Nobody understands me. Nobody gets me. I don�t even understand myself. Why? Cause I�m mysterious. I do things without motive, because that�s who I am. I�m Crow T. Robot. I�m the golden typhoon. Sure, yeah, I seem full of myself. I have to be. I�m not the smartest bot in the world. Sure, smarter than, say, Mike, but who isn�t, really? I have to keep myself happy with what I am, or I�ll turn out all blubbering whiny-boy like Servo. I regret it a lot, when I make him cry, but not until it�s way past happened. I don�t want to hurt him, but it makes me feel superior in some sick way, to see him cry like a little baby. Even though he really is one. He�s the youngest of us. I shouldn�t pick on him, but I have to. It�s how I keep from doubting myself. It�s immature, I know, but it�s what I do. Servo�s so much smarter than me, he can sing better, he gets babied and carried and he�s way more observant than me. It hurts. I want that. I want the attention. I wanna be babied. I wanna be so perfect. So I make fun of him and expose his weak parts, so I can feel equal, if not better than him. Sure, he can do all that stuff, but I don�t cry. Big bots don�t cry. Mike�s a mind I can compete with. Sure, he ain�t stupid, but he�s pretty slow to catch on. I use that to my advantage to screw with him. He�s not one I regret messing with, cause I know he can take it. He�s the most patient person known to man, next to Joel himself. Mike can take a hit, sure, he�ll pout about it for a bit, but then he�ll come right back and try again. I admire that in him. He don�t give up when he gets shot down, even though he gets shot down every time. He ain�t so bad. I don�t get Gypsy or Cambot. Far out, man. Heh. I miss Joel. He was like our dad. I hope that when we get outta this free-floating tin can, we can go live with him. Or at least visit every day! Gah! We�ve got Movie Sign! Just great. And I was just about to disassemble Servo�s tapedeck! Gra! Ah well, at least I get another chance to show my worth. I am the KING of the theater. I�m witty, I�m funny, and best of all, I don�t have to compete with Mike and Servo. The riffing�s all a survival method anyway... |